The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that tasted of iron and old stone. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at every step. He wore the uniform of the Border Guard, a coat of dark wool that had lost its color years ago. It clung to him like a second skin. He was not a man who spoke often. He was a man who watched. The landscape was wrong. The...

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